Back in the fifties there started to grow A heavenly choir, of names we all know The first to join knew he had to go Got to go me oh my oh
Then three went together, no longer able to say hello His Latino friend saying Cmon, let's go But that'll be the day that I die And they did
Over to England, we nearly had two, But one was so drunk, he survived only bruised The world mourned his passing In every sense He was so fine looking,, he was Something Else
We lost some strange cat people Who went out to sea But will never again sing of the cannonball of Cincinnati
Another who could not stick around To twist the night away But who only wanted a wonderful world A wonderful world it still can be
Stop Shakin all over, England once more irate A car crash stole from usA leading Pirate The Black Leather Rebel then joined his friend Making the skies rock once again
His pain is now gone, ne’er to come back He finally saw his woman in black Then the clock struck twelve, Time to cool off then
He never got to play those notes again Then the music stopped, an unusual thing Even Papua, New Guinea, mourned the death of the King Orbison, perkins and Berry have now gone As for the Killer…Come on over baby, whole Lotta Shakin Goin on!
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